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He’s a bad influence on my little sister.”
    Diplomacy might not be the answer, after all. “It takes two to tango, Mr. Dalton.”
    His glance was assessing. “Do you tango, Ms. Landry?”
    â€œSome.”
    â€œThen you’re aware that the man leads and the woman follows.”
    He’d hit upon one of her pet peeves about ballroom dancing, the tango included, but she managed a comeback anyway. “That presumes she already knows the steps.”
    His gaze locked with hers. “Ah, but an experienced male dancer can encourage an inexperienced female dancer to try things she’d never attempt on her own. How old is your brother, Ms. Landry?”
    â€œThirty.”
    â€œWhat a coincidence. So am I. So I can speak with some authority when I say that your brother’s experience with the dance between a man and a woman is far greater than that of my little sister, who is only twenty-two. He has an unfair advantage.”
    Giselle fought to control her temper. “My brother would never try to convince your sister to do something she didn’t want to do. If she’s pulled a vanishing act, then it was entirely her—”
    â€œWho told you that?”
    She’d prefer not to reveal her connection to the Cartwrights, but neither did she want to get caught in a lie. And Luke Dalton had
people
, so eventually he’d learn where she was staying and figure it out. But she’d postpone that moment as long as she could. “It’s all over town,” she said.
    â€œIs that so? When did you arrive?”
    â€œToday.”
    â€œThen you must have been swinging on that grapevine from the moment you hit the tarmac at McCarran. Come on, Ms. Landry. You have a connection here in town, somebody who gets the local dirt and filled you in. Who is it?”
    â€œI’d rather not say.”
    â€œThat’s up to you, but I’ll find out sooner or later. You’ve implied that we might want to join forces, and being evasive with information isn’t a good way to build trust.”
    That made her laugh. “You aren’t about to trust me. You’re convinced my brother’s leading your sister astray, so don’t make it sound like we’re going to take some Fellowship of the Ring
oath of solidarity.”
    A flash of amusement transformed his hard features for a brief moment and gave her a glimpse of someone else, someone she might like much better. But then it was gone and the poker face reappeared.
    â€œAll right.” His tone was mild, but the look in his eyes was intent. “Maybe it doesn’t matter how you found out about my sister’s plans.”
    Oh, yes, it does.
But if he was willing to let it drop, great. Time to go on the offensive. “Why did she decide to disappear?”
    That seemed to take some of the wind out of his sails. He started to sit down and stopped himself, as if only then realizing that she remained standing. “Please, sit down. I should have invited you to do so earlier.”
    â€œPerhaps you weren’t sure whether you would end up having me thrown out.”
    He sighed and gestured to one of two upholstered chairs in front of his desk. “I would like to think I haven’t descended to that level.”
    She took the right-hand chair. “What level?”
    â€œThrowing a woman out of my office.”
    Her feminist instincts wouldn’t let that pass. “Have you ever thrown a man out of your office?”
    â€œOnce or twice. But—”
    â€œThen if I offend you, feel free to throw me out. I’d consider it a matter of principle and would be upset if you didn’t.”
    He stared at her as if she were speaking in tongues.
    She groaned. “Lord help me, I’m dealing with a throwback. I should have realized it when you started describing the whole dancing routine. You truly believe that men were created to lead and women were created to follow, don’t